Sunday, 3 September 2017

flash on chalk

chalk drawn sidewalks told a story of the city on a sunday morning. the heat was beginning to climb upon us with the sun in the sky. i took some coffee and you had water and we walked three corners of the square. many of the artists were down on their elbows touching up. a kid who had not learned to talk looked in our eyes and pointed enthusiastically at some faces in the stone. no longer alone.

ABOUT K

I am an Independent Author of high caliber literary fiction. I use my blogger website as a testing ground for words. I sometimes play guitar and read my work on Youtube. I try to be helpful and not take myself too seriously. I love life.